The Redacted Qur'an (Excerpts)I THE EXORDIUMIN THE NAMEOF PASSIONPraise be tothe straight pathof those who have gone astray80 HE FROWNED(IN THE NAME OF PASSION)He might have soughtto purify himself - but thatwealthy man remained to cleave asunder the thickets, to delight in each brother; each of them beaming, smiling, joyful, face veiled in unbelieving.88 THE OVERWHELMING EVENT(IN THE NAME OF PASSION)Have you heardof men, worn out, drinkingfrom a bitter gushingfountain, soft silken carpetsspread, and Heaven leveledto their account?90 THE CITY(IN THE NAME OF PASSION)I swear youare a createdaffliction91 THE SUN(IN THE NAME OF PASSION)The sun and the moon,the day, the night spreadHim with knowledge of sin:"Blessed shall be the manwho kept pure ruined pridewhen Allah's own spurge razedthe city. He was afraidof none."92
The Butler's Hangoverwelcome on my faith and heart your smellto my merciless nose--my prophet wrappedin clothing inevitably seen and not seen; do not hear complaints from my heartsweetheart--he says he doesn’t remembertalking but all night until dawn I heard a mourning cry--fear notthe man without a heart--let me:he was my lotusflower bone risen fresh from my garden pond--I’ll eat the oak wine country and hecan kiss my cup
The Transformation Of Waste (A Qit'ah)He was a bad artist, from a good-society family: we fucked in his solarium once.I couldn't appreciate his suicide scenes, the ones he painted onto his own skin.
A Redacted Hagiography of St Edmund CampionI.In the created Lorda Man had comedaily. He wasa Hooker,I think: roughmouth.II."I have contributedto sacrilege":the Church of England ministerhad the feeling, he himselfin a Catholic.The Catholic characterdispersedall over the Spanishtongue, head.III.Severe harlots massacred the Pope:the Pope directed the entourageto soft-foot hishuman sculpture.IV.Nuns were gossiping; the Fatherhad said mass, then was mountedand tempered by pious women."Mrs. ____ gave the priest's instrument a solid, swinging lay.It was still stiff, red like a scaffold; it was maintained in his lawful governess with perfect candour."V.Your pestilentialChrist??LiesVI.That Queen was dying,coming: in the lifetimecloset,in the John.
Infidelities (A Translation)You were speaking of outdated things,Of drowsy rose gardensThat spend their nights unsettled byThe echoed suffering of well-dressed musicians;And of the little chapels where princessesLinger, praying in silence;And of the rustic four-post bedsThat all the halfwits at the armory still use.Oh! Your words spoke to my heart—My heart both bored and hungry at once—andHave awakened the sleeping:All the lovers before you.And they each stand up now,In front of me in the stagnant evening,Rising halfway out of the dreamLike a white body rises out of a black river.Oh! The invisible rivalsThat you yourself are calling forth:These visions are the victors, unsettlingOur paled love like a river-dredging.Between your breasts—merciful like nuns—You try in vain to shield my brow.You know my cruel desiresWould run me toward some distant lover,And I know it well. Your amethyst eyesBecome full of honeyed blameAnd I am saddened to deathTo have no love left f